A/N: Yay! Kevin muse is back, but now Kane muse is being unreasonable and out of nowhere a Shawn muse and a Hunter muse popped up. It's getting crowded in here. And please bear with me for a few, I've never really worked with Shawn and Hunter so they may seem a little OOC. Hopefully I'll get a handle on them soon. As always thank you to my readers and I hope y'all enjoy!

Mark hadn't seen or heard from Glen since the night in the bar two weeks ago. It was like he had just up and disappeared into thin air. He hadn't been on the card the past two weeks and he hadn't even came back to get his clothes. Out of respect Mark carried his bags with him, hoping that Glen had just taken some time off before the scheduled start to the new gimmick. The bed shook as the person lying next to him rolled over and Mark reached for the bottle that sat on the night stand. Kevin's ruffled hair popped up from under the covers and he smiled when he seen Mark awake. He moved closer and laid his head on Mark's stomach, his light breaths stirring the hair there.

He didn't know when it started or how it happened, but Kevin had taken the spot of Glen in his bed. Mark had the sneaking suspicion that it was due to the amout of alcohol that clouded his mind on a daily basis. That and Kevin seemed to know when Mark was deepest in his depression. The fact that Kevin was the man that raped and essentially broke him and Glen up never seemed to register in Mark's mind, but then again nothing registered much with him these days. Kevin's hands started to wander down to his waist and Mark grabbed his wrists with a growl. Kevin looked up at him with a pout before placing a kiss in the middle of his stomach.

"It's time for you to go." Mark said gruffly.

"You don't really want me to leave. Do you?" Kevin asked, his pout turning into a frown.

"You should've done been gone." Mark climbed out of bed, grabbing some clothes on his way to the shower. "You better not be here when I get out." He tossed over his shoulder before shutting himself in the bathroom.

Kevin grumbled and got out of bed. Sometime during the past two weeks his plans for revenge had dissipated and were replaced by a growing need to be as close to Mark as he could as often as he could. He didn't know when or how it happened, maybe it was the tender way Mark held him after a particularly rough bought of sex, or maybe it was the way he would snuggle close and press kisses to his neck or chest when he slept. As he searched around on the floor for his pants he heard a moan coming from the bathroom. With a sly grin on his face he crept over to the door and cracked enough so he sneak in. As quietly as he could he tiptoed across the tiled floor and gently moved the shower curtain so he could see what was going on.

Mark was standing slightly turned, giving Kevin a good view of his hard cock as his hand slid up and down the shaft. The water was pouring down his body, and his chest was rising and falling erratically. He let out another moan and Kevin licked his lips as he watched the head visibly engorge as even more blood flooded it. He knew it wouldn't be long before he blew and he had to bite his knuckle to keep himself from moaning aloud. Mark's strokes became quicker and a moment later he painted the wall with his seed, bellowing Glen's name as he came. With a barely contained growl Kevin made his way back out of the bathroom, fuming as he pulled his clothes on hurriedly.

His need to hurt Glen came back full force, but it wasn't because he wanted to dominate the younger man anymore. No, now he wanted to take him down because he was keeping the one thing he wanted most in the world from happening. Kevin left the room, growling as he headed down to his rental, he had some planning to do.


Glen was sitting down in the dinning area of the hotel watching as Hunter and Shawn bickered back and forth over something. He had stopped paying attention the minute they started, they always fought over the stupidest things. As they argued in hushed tones he drifted off, his eyes staring at a stop somewhere just above Shawn's head. The meeting with Vince and Bill had gone great, they had come to the agreement that Kane was going to debut after SummerSlam at Bad Blood. That gave Glen a few weeks to come to terms with his feelings and get them locked away so they wouldn't interfere with his in-ring ability.

The only wrinkle that needed to pounded out was whether Kane was going to be with or against Taker. Glen really didn't care either way at this point his mind was too crowded with the thoughts of seeing Mark in his Undertaker garb. The leather coat caressing his lean frame as his hair cascaded around his face and his eyes glittered with life. The image was too much for Glen to take and he mentally groaned as he closed his eyes. The past two weeks had been hell for him, he had taken to staying in his room, not leaving until they moved to the next city. Vince had been kind enough to give him until the new storyline started to himself so he wouldn't feel overtaxed.

He had been in a bar the night after finding Kevin and Mark together trying to drink himself into a stupor when Hunter and Shawn had come in. Glen didn't remember much of that night, only that Shawn and Hunter had drug him back to his room and put him to bed. Hunter had said something about this being a new trend, but Glen couldn't remember what he had said after that and it was driving him mad for some reason. He had the feeling that he was missing something, and it was something big. After that Shawn had refused to leave him alone, something that Glen really didn't mind but at the same time found extremely annoying.

"Earth to Glen." Shawn called in a sing-songy voice as he waved his hand in front of Glen's face.

"Huh?"

"We're leaving."

Glen shook his head and looked down at the table, his breakfast was untouched but he really wasn't that hungry anyways. With a grimace he pushed away from the table an looked over at his companions. They were bickering back and forth again and he wondered if he could give them the slip. The thought brought a smile to his face and started to move away from them, but a hand on his arm stopped him dead. He looked over and seen Shawn smiling at him, that wasn't a good sign.

"What?" He asked warily.

"You're spending the day with us." Shawn announced to cheerily for his liking.

"I sorta had plans." Glen hedged.

"I smell bullshit." Hunter said as he sniffed loudly. "Don't you Shawn?"

"Yea, and boy is it strong." Shawn said with an exaggerated sniff of his own. "Come on big guy, no more moping."

"I'm not moping." Glen protested weakly.

"Sure you are, but we know just how to take care of that. Don't we Hunt?"

"We sure do."

Hunter moved around so that he was on one side and Shawn was on the other and between the two they managed to steer Glen in the direction they wanted to go. Glen for his part was too engrossed in trying to get away from them that he didn't see Mark enter the dinning area and scowl as Hunter whacked his ass, making him yelp in surprise. Just as they exited the dinning area a loud crash emanated from within and Glen swiveled his head to see what had happened but Shawn and Hunter pulled him along before he could see anything.


Mark was standing in the middle of the dinning room watching as Shawn and Hunter led his friend away, both men standing too close for his liking. The smack to Glen's ass had been the deal breaker and Mark had flipped the table he was standing next to, sending silverware, glassware and plates smashing to the floor. No wonder he hadn't seen Glen, he was spending his days with Hunter and Shawn.

"And probably his nights too." He thought angrily.

The ravenous hunger that had been gnawing at his stomach completely disappeared and he stormed out of the dinning room, ignoring the shouts and cursing of the hotel manager. He had bigger things on his mind at the moment than some inflated bill due to his inability to keep his anger under control. He stopped at the front desk on his way and dropped off his credit card, growling to the desk clerk to put the damage from the dinning room on his bill. She cowered and took the card with a meek nod. He left the card at the desk and headed up to his room, his scowl etched on his face.

Heads were going to roll and souls were going to be reaped for this trespass. No body messes with what and who he claimed as his and it was damned time people figured that out.